Sunday, 9 January 2011

22 years and 5 days




I’m wearing a pair of over-the-knee socks even when I’m at home now, feeling terribly comfy and warm. That’s something I don’t normally do so it is definitely a highlight for today.
I’ve been treating myself very well lately. Of course there are moody moments/stupid conversations and agitating periods but overall I’ve managed to do what I like with ones I adore. Still have the passion, still have the love, still dance barefoot in front of the mirror. I’m growing older each day wondering if I’m getting any wiser, but in a positive way. I’m learning to treasure myself more, be happy with my flaws and spend more time to care for the dearest people in my life instead of fidgeting about non-practising days. I just turned 22 last Wednesday, one day I’ll get wrinkles and be reading fairy tales for my child/children. And that’s life, even when you resist to be cliché, cliché comes get you. I just feel like I don’t need to try hard to be different from the rest, because I already am.
And now these are the things I did today (which is a freezing cold yet lovely Saturday)
- Got up late yet still didn’t get enough sleep because last night I spent 2 hours re-arranging my wardrobe then buried myself in the warmest blanket in the world reading “Pride and prejudice” (Read it so long time ago that I didn’t remember a thing)
- Cooked and ate alone. Then Mom came home. Cooked or her. Felt like the luckiest girl in the world because Mom always prepares something nice before she leaves in the morning.
- Housework. Talked to Mom. Got a nap. Got ready for our little date (with my buddies).
- Picked up Minh Xinh and three of us went eat grilled stuff on the street then had beautiful creamy coffee at a cosy place in the Old Quarter. Laughed too much.
- Went home, currently playing around and re-arranging my clothes (still have a messy pile of clothes left from yesterday. Blogging/Chatting/Music. Better concentrate on the wardrobe, will write later.
Good night!


[Born January 4th]

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